Silver Elite

by Dani Francis

“Does it get you off, the idea of forcing women to do things they don’t want to do?” “I didn’t realize you were so interested in what gets me off.” I recoil. “I’m not.” His gaze locks with mine. “Are you sure?” “Fucking positive.” “That’s a shame. I’d be happy to satisfy your curiosity.”

He closes the distance between us, and a shiver runs through me when he dips his head close to whisper in my ear. “I like it rough.”

“Either slit his throat or let him go,” Cross finally says, his neutral tone betraying none of the tension in the room.

To my shock, he hands the knife back to me. “Keep it in your locker. Only use it if he comes back.”